some birds are funny when they talk








Stuck in my Head
"Kiss Me Harder" by Bertine Zetlitz
"Hot" by Avril
"Brain Problem Situation" by They Might Be Giants

Now Reading
Number 9 Dream by David Mitchell
Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage by Alice Munro

Recently Finished
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers
Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry
Mad Tony and Me by Carl Hoffman
Sweet Soul Music by Peter Guaralnick
This Must Be The Place: Adventures of Talking Heads in the 20th Century by David Bowman
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Movies Lately
4 Months 3 Weeks 2 Days
Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts
Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert Tour
2 Days in Paris
United 93
The Savages
The Bourne Ultimatum
Sweeney Todd
The Departed
What Would Jesus Buy?
Ghost World
I'm Not There
She's The Man
Lars and the Real Girl
Romance and Cigarettes
No Country for Old Men
Into the Wild
I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With
Across the Universe

Shows Lately
Damo Suzuki/Stinking Lizaveta @ Mill Creek
Death and the Maiden @ Curio
Devon Sproule/Carsie Blanton/Devin Greenwood/John Francis @ Tin Angel
Assassins @ The Arden
Oakley Hall and the Teeth @ Johnny Brendas
Isabella and Flamingo/Winnebago and Map Me and Gatz and Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven and Sonic Dances and Strawberry Farm and The Emperor Jones and No Dice and Hearts of Man and Principles of Uncertainty and Isabella and BATCH and Addicted to Bad Ideas: Peter Lorre's 20th Century and Car and Sports Trilogy and Explanatorium and Wandering Alice and Must Don't Whip Um and Festival of Lies and A Room of Ones Own and Recitatif @ the Philadelphia Live Arts Festival/Philly Fringe
Martha Graham Cracker and Eliot Levin and Kilo etc. @ the Fringe Cabaret
Lullatone and Teletextile @ Boulder Coffee [Rochester]
TV Sound @ the M Room
Aretha Franklin @ East Dell, Fairmount Pk.
Romeo + Juliet in Clark Park
Daft Punk @ Red Rocks
Spoon @ Rockefeller Park
Ponytail at Pony Pants' House
Mirah/Benjy Ferree @ the 1UC
Tortoise @ World Cafe Live
Hall & Oates...ish
"Nuclear Dreams" - Mascher Dance Group, x2
The Four of Us @ 1812
Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines by Rainpan whatever
Mascher Dance Group/Nathaniel Bartlett
Cornelius @ TLA
Sloan @ World Cafe
In Fluxxxx
Slavic Soul Party!/Red Heart the Ticker @ I-House
the Fantasticks @ Mum
Peter Bjork + Jorn/Fujiya + Miyagi @ fkaTLA
John Vanderslice @ Johnny Brendas
The Books & Todd Reynolds @ 1UC
Into the Woods @ LPAC
The Fishbowl @ the Frear
Caroline, or, Change @ the Arden
Low & Loney, Dear. @ 1UC

Monday, March 24

okay, so… i had a good time dancing at the parties on saturday. well, it was less about dancing myself than dancing with other people and also just enjoying the music. dj rehka (in olde club) was obviously the more interesting party, but partly because there weren't many people there at first, liza and i played keepaway with a mini-beachball on the way up to the shc party. apparently everyone was in the mood to party, because paces (especially the raised part) was thicker than perhaps i've ever seen. which made navigating difficult but finding (non-specific) people easy. fun but, that gets old, so back to oc for some actual dancing.

as i could tell from talking to her beforehand, rekha is an awesome dj, and in some ways my style of dj - lots of unexpected style-shifts and off-beat-matching, creative teases, cutting out in the chorus to make us sing (does anyone remember that song - with the 'motivational' lyrics?). and some complete non sequiturs: "smells like teen spirit" (which is a great dance song) and then that eminem song, much much later - it was almost 3 when i left and the party was still going (12?) strong.

at one point i wandered outside to look at the moon or something, and came across, on a metal stake behind olde club, one of the mitts knit me by my non-updating (but ex-dating?) hannah. i didn't even know it was missing. how did it get there? stephanie asked didn't that make me believe in destiny. (well, luck at least.) and she asked, with drunken clarity: do you want to date rabi? ah, well that is the question, isn't it. also, she was very excited about cat power, although i had to explain to her what it was. she predicted it would be "a thing."

it was indeed something. let's see: we got there 1.5 hours after it was supposed to start, and we still waited over a half hour before the first act, gamelon, started. so lots of time for anticipation buildup, looking at their dozens and dozens (at least a gross) of musical toys/instruments and catching glimpses of their friends in goofy costumes. it wasn't quite genius, but i liked the idea. somewhere between quasi (proggish, monotonously same rigged-up rhodes) and need new body (genre-jumps, freakouts, theatricality, but strictly indie), with the singer/keyboard guy's hairy head in a slightly more conventional cock-pop place than the others. i could barely hear most of what the german-counting girl was doing with her slide whistle, speak'n'spell, etc. but their best asset by far was one of the most incredible drummers i've been lucky enough to watch at such close range. he was frenetic and scatterbrained (like vanderslice's guy only manyx more so); he played with just his hands a lot of the time; otherwise chopsticks, hotrods, etc. he used a glockenspiel in an elvin triplety thing. he was hep, cat.

next up: entrance (stress disappointingly on the first syllable), which is just one guy: jeff buckley (voice) meets bluesy ?dylan (ranginess - also he did a dylan cover that i didn't know) meets hyped-up bottleneck playing and incoherence and straight from the sixties energy. he had bells at the bottom of his bellbottoms. i was digging it at first, but it kind of got old and detached. jonah asked: is this ironic? no way.

as for cat power herself (i think "she's" the only "band" who we have wholly accepted as a one person band name - we don't speak of the microphones as singular, for instance, or even smog. er, (smog). that guy.) she got on something like 11:20, with drums, guitarist, violin/bass/harmony gal. nice pretty dreamy sound, though the vox had way unnecessary amounts of reverb for the space, and were also not high enough, ergo i couldn't understand a single lyric and only made out about a third of the repartee, between chan and taunting guitar guy, barely acknowledging us, which was some of the weirdest stage banter ever. the band was there for a good twelve songs, including some sweet ones from the new record ("good woman," "fool") but nothing rocking. they totally destroyed "i don't blame you" - played it in major, with a stupid casio and full band instead of spare piano. i'm all for changing up your arrangements live, but this was sacrilege. it didn't sound good, and it made the song into a joke. that's when i started to get kind of upset.

then the band took off and ms. power sat at a piano (which meant i couldn't see her at all, from my spot on the floor right in the front - though i could have if the lid had been open) for a medley of about ten songs, only one of which (haunting "names") i picked out. pretty but so. dull. it got a lot better when i lay down to listen, looking up at the 1u's vault, which is not as nicely painted as the walls. finally she got up and we could clap. then she picked up her geetar and played another eight or so quiet sad ones. i shouted out for "he war" and she said "just you wait." so i waited some more. she said something to the sound guy and he said "you know, it's a quarter to one." she said, and this was maybe the best part of the whole concert: "i don't know what that means." then did one more (sad, same clip-clop strumming rhythm as every other freaking song she played all night) and she walked off in a kind of daze. um. then al green started singing and suddenly i wanted to dance.

i like cat power, and i really love the new record. but at least as i experienced it, the show was unengaging, boring, too late, and too long. if i had been lying in the grass in the afternoon, like on the cover of the album, and listening to her play sitting on that tree stump over there, it would have been a different story. if she had mixed in just one or two rockers in there, it would have set off the pretty ones so so much better. now i'm just exhausted.

i want to be a good woman
(and i want for you to be a good man)